Gemotions

The track meet results were posted, and Maya's name was not listed among the qualifiers. She had trained tirelessly, focusing on nothing but the gold medal. Now, she felt a profound sense of…robbery.

She’d visualized the finish line, the victory, the glory. These were things she had earned, she told herself. The disappointment churned in her gut, a burning fire.

Maya took a deep, shaky breath, her gaze fixated on the names above. It was a clear affront. She made sure to remind herself she was better, more deserving, than those who had triumphed.